By an author who specializes in tall tales, this is a hillbilly nonsense story about three brothers who lived in the mountains of Tennessee. The youngest, who had a farm on the highest peak, had no name because his older, twin brothers, Creel and Huckabuck, had told him a name would just waste away in the thin air of the mountain. He was also told to keep an onion sack over his head because he was so ugly. Eventually Younger Brother got so fed up with his steep, crowded farm, where there wasn't enough air to go around and with his rusty plow which had no point, he decided to leave with his fiddle-playing horse Felkin. After several adventures, one more far-fetched than another, he end Felkin escaped from the twins and found a trunk with younger brother's fortune and name (Pat. Pending). The language and flavor of a Tennessee mountain folk tale have been captured in this story which will be greatly enjoyed by those who like this special brand of humor.